Your knowledge is too taboo

Nightcrawlers are a very new race.

No one knows where the Night Walkers came from. Even the oldest Night Walkers are very secretive about it.

Therefore, let alone a newly promoted earl like Charast.

He had only heard people say that Night Walker seemed to have been inextricably linked to the Qi family when he was born.

The Qi family and Night Walker were once allies, but one day, the Qi family betrayed Night Walker, which made the true ancestor extremely angry, and he issued a hunt down order for the Qi family.

Since then, Night Walker's pursuit of the Qi family has become a tradition.

They unswervingly slaughtered every remnant of the Qi family, raising them in captivity and using them as blood food.

This life lasted for many, many years.

During this period of time, no one doubted the birth of Night Walker and his relationship with the Qi family. But on the one hand, that period of history has been covered up by the ancient Night Walkers; on the other hand, the current Night Walkers have already enjoyed the joy of enslaving the whole family, so how can they possibly overturn the ancient legend?

Therefore, hunting down the remnants of the Qi family has become the political correctness of all expatriates who travel at night in various places.

The "King's Court" is the core center of all Night Walkers.

The most powerful individuals among the Night Walkers gather in the royal court, and they are responsible for handling the political affairs of the entire clan. It is precisely because of this that there are quite a lot of treasures preserved in the royal court.

And the mirror in front of me is one of them.

"This mirror has the power to communicate with the true ancestor."

Having said this, the envoys from the royal court could not help but show awe: "You know, the source of everything about the Night Walker!"

His hand gently touched the mirror in front of him: "I heard that as long as you dedicate your life to the Qi family, you can get the attention of the ancient true ancestor. And if you can use the apostle of truth as a sacrifice, then the true ancestor can give you Your infinite power!"

Having said this, the royal envoy looked at Charast: "So you understand why we are here, right?"

Everything is for the possible existence of the apostle of truth!

For this reason, these envoys even did not hesitate to take this supreme treasure out of the royal court.

You know, even if the history of the Nightcrawlers is very short, it does not mean that they do not respect history.

Or perhaps it is precisely because their history is pitifully short that they crazily want to attach great importance to all the treasures that can prove their ethnic group.

And now this treasure, which is inextricably related to their ancestors, would not be able to leave the royal court under normal circumstances.

This fully shows the importance they attach to the apostle of truth this time!

Count Charast understood this very well.

He looked at the ancient mirror with awe, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head.

"I still have some remnants of the Qi family here," he said with a hint of flattery, "Can I use them as sacrifices in exchange for some attention from the True Ancestor?"

Listen to his words.

The royal court envoys smiled reservedly: "Of course."

They showed an elegant etiquette: "This is your residence, and of course everything is centered on you."

Looking at the meticulous etiquette of the royal court messengers in front of him, a trace of jealousy first flashed in Zarast's eyes.

He could feel the gap between himself and the people in front of him.

Not in terms of strength, but in terms of background, status, and cognition.

He is like the ruler of the border area, while these few in front of him are the rising stars of the center. It can be said that one is in heaven and the other is on earth. If it weren't for that apostle of truth, they wouldn't have had the chance to interact.

However, now there is a turning point.

Charast turned to look at the mirror in front of him, with a little excitement in his eyes.

"I heard that the True Ancestor has great power. If I am lucky enough to be chosen by the True Ancestor, then I may not be able to take a step further!"

At that time, the one who enters the center will be himself!

With this thought in mind, he quickly sent someone to bring in the remaining members of the Qi family.

Not long after, several strong humans were dragged into the house with ropes.

All the night walkers looked at the humans in front of them.

"Nice eyes." someone commented.

"I just don't know if his flesh would taste as interesting as the look in his eyes."

"Why is it a boy? I still prefer girls who are weaker. It feels more comfortable to tear their bodies apart with sharp claws."

"This is the border area. It's enough to have a whole family. Don't think too much."

In the whispers of these people.

Charast drove these people, and at the same time forced their bodies down, making them kneel in front of the mirror with a bang.

"Be honored, bastards of the Qi family."

With a smile on his face, Zarath's pale and long fingers passed over the faces of the people in front of him one by one: "This time you have the opportunity to sacrifice in front of the great ancestor. This is simply a shame for you pigs. It’s the highest honor.”

The Qi family did not speak, but looked at Charast coldly.

In fact, they couldn't speak.

Because a long time ago, Nightcrawler discovered that if these prey were allowed to speak, who knows what bad words they would curse.

And sometimes, these hybrids with the same vitality as cockroaches will bite the flesh and blood of the night crawlers with their mouths while they are eating. Although the attack power is not high, it is extremely insulting.

So after that, all the Qi family members would cut off their tongues and seal their lips after being caught, leaving only a hole for food to flow in and maintain their most basic life activities.

Charlast obviously knew how to disgust people, and he whispered in the ears of these family members for a while.

Once again, he received the glares from the Qi family.

After finishing all this, he stepped back with satisfaction.

At the same time, small holes were left one after another on the bodies of these humans.

Soon blood slowly flowed out from those small holes.

The blood flowed down, eventually converging into a stream, and gradually flowing towards the ancient, evil mirror.

After a while.

The frame seemed to turn a little red.

It was like the stream of blood dyed the frame with other colors. Not long after the Qi family members fell, the entire mirror lit up with a faint light.

Charast's heart surged as he looked at the scene in front of him.

He did not notice the elegant and slightly sarcastic smiles on the faces of the envoys from the royal court behind him.

The mirror in front of me finally lit up completely.

A bright red ball appeared in the center of the mirror.

This hideous mass of bright red gave Charast a strong palpitation in his heart.

But he was not surprised but delighted.

"This kind of throbbing that seems to be connected to the blood... It's unmistakable. This is the True Ancestor!"

He took a step forward and said respectfully: "Great True Ancestor, your most sincere descendant, Charlast..."

But before he could finish speaking.

The next second, the ferocious scarlet mass in the mirror in front of him seemed to come to life.

It broke away from the mirror and rushed towards Charast!

Um? !

Looking at the blood rushing over.

Charlast was horrified.

He wanted to escape, but found that his body was locked and unable to move.

And this feeling of lockdown comes from...

He glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the envoys from the royal court were sitting on the round table, talking with smiles on their faces.

“A redneck is a redneck after all.”

"If it were someone from the royal court, I'm afraid they wouldn't think of offering sacrifices to the true ancestor."

"There is no way. After all, he has never been to the center, so naturally he doesn't know the secrets in the center. If he knew that after the sacrifice, he would let the true ancestor take him away. I'm afraid he wouldn't do it even if he was killed."

"But this is good news for us. If he doesn't have greed in his heart, then the True Ancestor can only choose an ordinary Night Walker to seize the body and come. By then, it will be more troublesome to deal with the Apostle of Truth."

"Indeed, thank you to the honorable gentleman."

"Thank you, kind sir."

As they spoke, these people actually picked up the glass of bright red liquid that Charast poured for them and raised their glasses to the Earl who could not move.

After a while, the scarlet tea was slowly swallowed by them.

And the beating red blood clots on Charast's face gradually disappeared into the body of the count in front of him.

"Ugh...!"

Charlast struggled desperately.

But because of that restraint, he couldn't do anything. He could only watch his eyes, nose, and mouth, and countless scarlet liquid flowing out...

After a while.

He slowly stopped what he was doing.

The royal envoys behind him also stood up.

They slowly lowered their heads towards Charlast, who had his back turned.

"Great True Ancestor..." they whispered, "I respectfully invite you to return."

Directly in front of them.

There was a vicissitude and indifference in Zaraste's eyes that did not belong to him.

He turned around, and with his movement, a faint steam rose from his body.

Under the curling smoke, Zarath's figure gradually became stronger and taller.

It was as if something filled his body, turning him into another existence.

The Charast in front of him finally changed from the earl to the "true ancestor"!

Facing the awe-inspiring eyes of those royal court envoys.

After the true ancestor arrived here, he looked far away.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "I can smell the dirty and corrupt smell of truth..."

"My descendants," he stretched out his hand, blood flowing on his fingertips, "I will give you the power you deserve."

"Now, I order you to bring that apostle of truth back and present him to me!"

Listen to him.

The royal court messengers crawled in front of him, stuck out their tongues and licked the blood that fell from his fingertips.

An unhealthy flush appeared on their faces.

"Yes, great true ancestor. Your order is our will..."

In the voices of those descendants that are like babble.

The true ancestor raised his head.

"truth……"

He glanced in the mirror behind him.

It was an imitation that he modeled after a great being.

But imitations are just imitations after all, and cannot simulate the eventuality of that person.

so……

"I'll get you," he murmured, "I'll get that power."

For this reason, no matter how many people are taken away or sacrificed, no matter how many people are sacrificed.

No matter what!

Thinking of the meaning behind that power, the True Ancestor's tongue subconsciously licked his lips.

"Endless forbidden knowledge, great exchange of equal value, mysterious shuttle between two worlds..."

Didn’t the former “Medical Saint” rise to power with this power?

Now, it's my turn!